I was born in Pennsylvania, the third child of four, between two boys. My sister was the oldest. We lived in a rented home on a farm until I was five. My earliest memories are of the yard, with its pen where my father kept the basset hounds he raised, and of the house's wide porch with its ancient wringer washing machine standing next to the kitchen door. A corn field stretched from just beyond the dog pen to the farthest reaches where my eyes could see. My grandmother and mother sitting in the yard shelling peas, and discovering bees and mice and other living things, swinging the big tomcat by its tail because that looked like what one would do with such an appendage.
Later my parents bou
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